[Verse 2: Cornerboy P]
We study long, study wrong
And shit, I got fast stocks to make sure my money longGot paper, I’m getting to and got dollars I'm waiting on
They say life’s a trip, but I don’t see 'em on flights I'm on
Might see me in your city with bitches you’re dying to fuck
I'm hopping out the kind of cars you wish you had keys for
Mother of pearl dial, double raw begetted up
Buy it, re-paint it, rim it up, you already know it’s usWho else riding this clean, or burning weed this strong
Making bitches leave home with their wedding rings off
Nigga JLR, from these hoes to these Raws
Know the life was just, only revolves around dough
And when they sense you getting rich, everybody plays you close
And I’m buying the same shit, tell me that I’m doing the most
[But I love the hard top, kinda like it when it’s dry?]
They gon' hit me anyway, fuck ‘em, thinking why not nigga, what